Last Night In Licton Springs

You pulled up in a Chevy Heavy from a load Upon your back, upon your mind Upon your mortal soul You moved down to the basement Eight hundred bucks a month For a studio, TV screen And a kitchen where there ain't no stove You had you four tickets To the Sturgill Simpson show Even if you had three damn friends You still probably wouldn't go Cause it's your last night in Licton Springs Come what may, we'll do whatever the dark night brings On your last night in Licton Springs Said in Licton Springs there ain't nothing to do but drink Oh in Licton Springs there ain't nothing to do but drink She called you on a landline Stoned as the sun sank down She said I feel real good, but I'd feel much better If you came around You stared out at the Chevy Restin on the road Even if you had one gallon of gas You still probably wouldn't go Cause it's your last night in Licton Springs Come what may, we'll do whatever the dark night brings On your last night in Licton Springs Said in Licton Springs there ain't nothing to do but drink Oh in Licton Springs there ain't nothing to do but drink The gravity down south Sings a siren song you can't resist Just know this Here up North, you'll be missed You'll be missed On your first night in Beacon Hill Come what may, we'll do whatever the dark night will